#stevie-ween

They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip. 

"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration. 

"It's way different from this angle," she complains. 

Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk. 

"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?" 

Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.

"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it. 

"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass. 

Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid. 

He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night. 

Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away. 

"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer. 

Her eyes are still full of fire.

"Yes."

So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames. 

They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.

Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance. 

"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.

Eve blinks at him owlishly. 

"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"

Eddie barks out a laugh. 

"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes." 

"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves. 

He hums, caressing her side.

"Insane witches, apparently."

"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.

"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."

With every word, the pout on her face only grows. 

"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it. 

"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."

She pries her hand away and sits up.

"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"

Eddie frowns.

"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."

"Are you a common demon?"

"Yes," he nods. 

"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on. 

His frown deepens. 

"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."

"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"

Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs. 

"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."

Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information. 

"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?" 

Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.

"Yes."

"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously. 

He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core. 

"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."

"Huh."

The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.

"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement. 

She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead. 

"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"

Eddie considers it. 

"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"

She lays back on the grass with a sigh. 

"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."

Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.

"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits. 

"Is it a pity thing, then?"

"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

Eve smiles. 

"Thank you."

He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss. 

"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting. 

"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both. 

"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."

Stevie has the Uber app open and is typing in her destination address when a piercing whistle splits the air. She winces but ignores it as any other time. 

"Hey, babygirl!"

For once, she reacts to the catcalling, as the voice sounds familiar. Her eyes widen.

"Oh, you fucking idiot!" she hisses, which results in her long-distance friend cackling in amusement. Stevie storms to the car he's leaning against, a black van with a demon painted on the side. 

"Hi, sweetheart." He give her his best sleazy smile and leans in to kiss her on the cheek. She doesn't protest but she does roll her eyes. 

"You could have told me you'd pick me up."

"And ruin the surprise? Nuh-uh." He shakes his head.

Stevie sighs. She knows Eddie dropping the theatrics is as likely as Hell freezing over. 

"Well, lead me to your lair, then."

He lights up, prying the bag from her hand while he opens the door. 

"Take a seat, milady, I'll drop your luggage in the back," he says with a small, courteous bow.

The drive passes with Eddie drilling her about her favorite movies and the snacks they are missing. She assures him all she needs is a nap and a warm meal, and he dutifully drives her to her destination. 

Eddie's house is small, a place he's renting right now but planning to buy if money lets him. He opens up the door, Stevie's bag hauled over his shoulder, and yells out:

"Chris! We have a guest!'

Stevie eyes him warily. 

"You told her I'm coming, right?"

Eddie only grins. Then, a shriek rings through the house. 

"Stevie!"

Chrissy throws herself at the girl, and thank gods for their athletic reflexes, because it could end up on the floor otherwise. 

"Hi Chris," Stevie smiles, holding the girl close. It's been months since they saw each other. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Chrissy asks with a pout. 

"To be fair, I was sure you knew about this until five seconds ago."

They both look at Eddie, but he's already gone from his spot. There is a clatter of dishes coming from the direction of the kitchen, though.

"Bastard is trying to placate me with food," she hisses, adjusting Chrissy's legs more securely around her hips before she walks towards the sound.

"And here I was wondering why he made his signature stew," Chrissy sighs against her ear. Stevie chuckles. 

"Well, at least he knows what works on me."

They enter the kitchen to find Eddie stirring the thick dish in the pot.

"Hello ladies," he smiles with the obliviousness of an experienced jester. "Hungry?"

"Starving," Stevie admits reluctantly, placing  Chrissy on the counter. "It smells good," she says, her hands resting on her friend's thighs. She can see Eddie's eyes lingering there. 

"Chrissy doesn't like it too spicy, but I can add some extra chilli flakes to your bowl," he says, refocusing on the food. "Wanna try it?" he asks, raising up the wooden spoon. 

"Sure," Stevie shrugs, and watches mesmerized as he gently blows on it before raising it to her mouth.

"How is it?" 

"It's good as it is," she decides, licking her lips to catch everything. "Can I help with something?" she asks, already looking around the kitchen for something to do.

"You can grab the bowls. They're in the cupboard above Chrissy."

Instead of letting her jump off the counter, Stevie picks her up again and relocates further away, to the girl's delight.

Then she opens the cupboard and her eyes light up when she finds their pumpkin-shaped bowls

"Oh my god I love these! You guys are such dorks," she grins, while pulling them out.

"Wait til you see the Garfield tea set," Chrissy smiles back. 

"Where is it?!" 

The stew gets forgotten for a long while, all of Stevie's focus now on ploundering through her friends' cupboards. She finds not only the Garfield tea set, but also matching plates and a lunchbox. There's also a whole shelf dedicated to ornate chalices and tankards. 

"Is this a real horn?"

"Sure is," Eddie grins proudly. "Metal as fuck, isn't it?" 

"Can I have a beer in it later?"

"Absolutely," he laughs, picking up the bowls. "Now come eat."

Stevie gets distracted again with her spoon, its handle shaped like vines, but eventually she digs into the stew. 

"This is good," she praises with an appreciative hum. "Just knowing you, I'd never let you loose in a kitchen."

Chrissy snorts into her bowl and starts choking, which doesn't faze Eddie, who just passes her a glass of water and pats her back. 

"And you'd be right, because I've put all my culinary skills into three dishes I can execute perfectly, and everything else is a biohazard," he grins like it's something to be proud of. Which, in a way, might be. 

"Well, everything I cook tastes kind of bland, so maybe your method is the way to go," stevie shrugs at that, eyeing Chrissy's watery eyes. She seems to have gotten a hold on herself for the time being.

After eating, despite Stevie's flight and the late hour, they start up Scream and hang out with mugs of steaming tea in hands. Eddie had vetoed booze right before bed and the girls reluctantly agreed. They argue the movie list for their actual marathon, as it needs cheesy slashers for Chrissy, outdated special effects for Stevie, and ridiculous plots for Eddie. 

"Terrifier," Chrissy declares like there was no arguing with her. There wasn't, but her friends would try anyway.

"You guys need to see the one with a possessed Christmas tree."

"The Haunting!" Stevie pitches in. 

The list grows and grows and they reluctantly agree to roll a dice on the marathon day to decide the watching order. 

"You can have my bed and I'll sleep with Eddie tonight, okay?" Chrissy asks once the credits starts rolling and Stevie is dozing off, bundled into a spare blanket. The girl blnks at her sleepily. 

"Okay," she says slowly with a frown. "You guys don't share a bedroom?"

"He snores," Chrissy winces like the sole idea appalls her. "And we both like our space. We usually share a bed anyway, just swap between rooms."

"I can take the couch," Stevie offers. "I don't want to hog your space like that."

"Don't worry about it" Chrissy waves her off. "We can switch around later. Now," she stands up to grab her hand. "Do you have enough energy for a shower or would you rather go straight to bed."

"Straght to bed, please," Stevie whines, letting her friend haul her up. 

"Bed it is then, princess," she agrees, slowly leading her upstairs.

"Eddie's rubbing off on you," Stevie says with a wide smile.

"Yeah, he does that a lot," her friend smirks back and they giggle as she opens the right door. "Here's my room. Eddie's is the one opposite door, and at the end you'll find the bathroom. Left door, right one is the office," she explains while pointing along. "You'll find clean towels in the cupboard. Do you need anything? T-shirt to sleep in?" she asks, pushing gently so Stevie sits on her bed. Her sheets are dark green, matching the plants littering the room. 

Stevie has her own pyjama's but like hell is she going to pass on the opportunity to wear her hot friend's clothes.

"Yes, please. Would it be okay if I slept in just pants?" she asks as well. 

Chrissy snorts.

"Totally. Eddie usually sleeps completely naked so don't be surprised if you run into his white ass on a midnight snack trip," she grins. "And I don't wear pants to sleep, just longer shirts. You want long or short ones?"

For a second, Stevie's lost wondering what she's gotten herself into, but she quickly remembers what her friend is asking about. 

"Short," she decides, watching Chrissy open the top drawer of her dresser. The blonde hums as she goes through its contents. 

"Would this be okay? I can look through Eddie's stuff," she offers, presenting a pair of soft shorts patterned in ice cream cones. 

Stevie raises her eyebrows. 

"Is this on purpose?" 

Chrissy looks down at the shorts, before chuckling at the unintentional Scoops Ahoy reference. 

"I swear it's not. It's the first ones I saw that would fit."

Stevie takes them in hand and inspects the width and give of the elastic. 

"They should be fine, thank you," she smiles. 

"Of course, honey. I'm gonna take a shower, you can exploit Eddie in the meantime." 

He has been left in the kitchen cleaning up after their dinner and preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. 

"As tempting as it is, I'm sure I'll be out as soon as I lay down," Stevie chuckels. The hours spend travelling and catching up with her friends were finally taking their toll. 

"Well, in that case good night, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night," Stevie answers tiredly, missing the moment when Chrissy leans down and pecks her on the lips. She barely manages to process that fact, before the doors close behind her friend. She smiles to herself before undressing for bed to finally get some rest. 

Stevie's out to the word until late morning the next day, but thankfully, her hosts aren't early birds either. When she gingerly walks downstairs, she's greeted by the sight of the two drinking coffee and making pancakes. Eddie notices her first and waves to her with his spatula. 

"Good morning! I'll have fresh pancakes for you in a minute. How did you sleep?"

"Like an undead," she yawns, beelining for her forgotten bag, where she has a fresh t-shirt to change into. She does so right there, and when she turns back towards the kitchen, her friends act like civilized beings that didn't just ogle her tits. She graciously decides not to call them out for it. 

When she sits next to Chrissy, the girl murmurs an indecipherable greeting, pressing her arm against hers. Stevie gathers her getly against her side. 

"Eddie, you could spare your girlfriend some energy, she's wilting here!"

He turns away from the stove to huff at her. 

"She'd have more energy if she wasn't gathering fruit on her phone until two am," he counters, crossing his arms. His morning outfit consists of an apron tied around his bare chest, a pair of boxers and nothing else. Stevie's never seen all his tattoos out in the open. 

"I like the beholder tattoo," she says.

"Do not," Eddie points his spatula at her. "Talk nerd in the kitchen. It makes me horny and Chrissy said kitchen is off limits," he pouts. 

Stevie snorts, and rests her head against Chrissy. 

"Sorry, I'll keep it to the bedroom next time."

"Thank you," Eddie nods gratefully. "How do you want your coffee?"

"Just a bit of milk, please."

It must have been waiting for her already, beacuse she gets a steaming mug put in front of her just seconds later. 

"Thank you," she sighs, sipping on the coffee. She got it in one of the Garfield mugs, too.

"Of course. And here are yor pancakes. Pick your poison." After putting a stack of pancakes in front of her, he pushes maple syrup, butter and nutella towards her.

"Oh my god. This is the best breakfast I've had since I visited Claudia." 

Eddie laughs at that. 

"Don't get used to it. Tomorrow it's Chrissy's turn on breakfast and she's usually so out of it she can mistake salt for sugar." 

To that, Chrissy flips him the bird, meaning she's at least processing the conversation happening around her. She can also smell the food, and steals a pancake from Stevie's plate to gingerly nibble on. 

"I can help out," Stevie offers, nuzzling her nose against Chrissy's cheek before she straightens up to dig into the breakfast. "What's the plan for today?" she asks while slapping some butter on her pancakes. 

Eddie hums thoughtfully as he pours batter on the pan. "We have all the candy we should need for trick-or-treaters, but we're short on vegetables for pumpkin soup. So think of anything you'd want to eat, we'll make a grocery list, and hit the farmer's market."

Stevie gives him a thumbs up, since her mouth is already stuffed with pancakes. 

The afternoon is spent arguing about the quality of pumpkins offered at the stalls, and what is the ultimate fall soup. It's a level of comfort and easiness Stevie usually feels only around Robin. 

She's not much of a cook, so when Eddie starts on the soup, she joins him in the kitchen, eager to learn. Which translates to her drinking wine and asking a lot of questions while hanging off his shoulder.

"How long do you need to cook the broth?" she asks, unknowingly breathing wine into his air. 

"At least a couple of hours," he answers patiently. "My mom used to leave it simmering for the whole night, though."

Stevie frowns. 

"Sounds like a fire hazard."

Eddie laughs at that. 

"Yeah, a lot of things weren't a concern twenty years ago."

"Yeah, like condoms, considering you're here," she snickers and gets swatted away for her comedic efforts. 

"What, you're not grateful for my existence? Bold words for someone being guested and fed in my home."

"That is not a word," she says with a frown, though being friends with Robin made her second guess her knowledge of the dictionary.

"It is now! Now, would my guest put her wine aside and peel the garlic?"

"Yes, chef," she salutes and accepts the ingredients handed to her. She manages to convince Eddie she's still sober enough to help him chop the vegetables as well. 

"Ohh, he let you hold a knife?" Chrissy walks into the kitchen a moment later and pouts at her boyfriend. "He never lets me help with aything."

"Lies and slander!" Eddie exclaims at that accusation. "You can do literally anything else. Baby, you can even operate a blowtorch, but a knife in her hand," he turns to Stevie for that part, pointing a spoon at Chrissy. "Is like a fidget toy made out of razor blades."

Stevie, though, focuses on the important part.

"You have a blowtorch?"

Eddie groans, but Chrissy is more than happy to show her the little thing they use to toast the marshmallows for their hot cocoa and chocolate. Of course, this ends up with her making some for all of them. Stevie is the one to chop up the chocolate, though. 

The porch has been decorated and all the candy is waiting near the door, because they didn't bother putting it in the cupboards. The food is mostly done, and the movies they agreed on have been found and added to the watch list, so on the actual Halloween the next day, all they have left to do is chill, open the door, compilment kids' costumes, and take in the spooky vibe. As soon as they take out their pies from the oven, they can start on the festivities. 

Or so it seems.

"Shit," Eddie suddenly widens his eyes in the middle of the kitchen.

"What?" Chrissy bends down to peek into the oven, but everything seems fine there. "What is it?"

"What about the costumes?" he looks at her, genuinely alarmed. She frowns at him. 

"We've been over this? You're Crowley and I'm Aziraphale."

"Well, yeah, but now Stevie is here!"

Chrissy looks at the girl with the same therror as her boyfriend, which almost makes her snort out her wine. Which would be horribly wasteful, since she got hers in the horn as promised. 

"Ah, no worries, you've been babbling about the costumes for so long I had enough time to find a white turtleneck and a fly plushie, and the grey suit should be delivered here in the morning." She waves her hand dismissively, but Eddie is anything but dismissive about Halloween costumes. He gapes at his friend in disbelief. 

"I though you haven't seen Good Omens?"

"After all the fuss you made about it?" She rolls her eyes. "Please. I just didn't tell you because you'd freak out about it, and you're talking my ear off as it is." She smiles fondly despite her words. 

"You prepared a matching costume," he says, still in his nerdy trance. 

"Well, yeah? Didn't want to be left out." 

"I'm sorry I didn't think about it myself," he says, looking so guilt-stricken, she was worried he might pick up a knife and commit seppuku at any moment. 

"It's okay, man, you're so good at improvising--"

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie interrupts her, his eyes sparkling in that insane daze she recognised by now from having one too many autistic nerds as friends. 

"Uh," she looks to Chrissy for support, but she seems mildly exasperated at best, focusing more on the pies in the oven than their exchange. It was about time to take them out. 

"I guess so?" Stevie offers in the end, and watches Eddie put away his beer, like kissing her required his full attention. With the focus she could see on his face she would think it did. 

She can't exactly put her horn away. It needs a designated stand to stay upright, and it's somewhere on the kitchen counter behind them. So, in support of her friend's actions, she just puts her free hand on his hip and angles her head when she feels his palm against her cheek. 

His lips are slightly chapped from the autumn cold, and she can remember Chrissy's complaints about him consistently losing every chapstick she buys him. Stevie makes a note to get him a whole shipment of those for Christmas. She likes the lips that kiss her to be soft. 

Other than that, he's almost ridiculously gentle, unlike the persona he puts on for the world to see. It's easy to imagine him making out with someone, with Chrissy, for hours without getting bored. 

But Stevie likes more, so she parts her lips and pulls his hip closer to her. They both get lost in their impromptu make-out session until the smell of fresh pie reaches their nostrils. Eddie pulls away first, sniffing the air, and when Stevie follows his lead, Chrissy bursts out laughing at their accidental synchronization.

"It's too hot to eat, sorry," she spreads her hands apologetically. "But I have some cookies for the meantime." 

They move apart to dive into the jar of chocolate chip cookies that's presented to them. With pies cooling on the rack and cookies in their hands, they relocate to the living room to play one of the movies from their list. They pick a mindless slasher to turn off their brains after a day of cooking and other preparations.

The conversatiom focuses on the characters' bad choices and the highly unrealistic injuries, until two girls start making-out on screen.

"You know I've never watched your video?" Eddie says then, unprompted. 

Stevie and Chrissy turn to him in unison. 

"What?"

"Really?'

Eddie shrugs at their bewildered stares. 

"I don't know, it felt weird. I never saw Stevie in such, uh, circumstances, and she's paying me, so..." he trails off and shrugs again. "You know I don't watch all of your stuff," he adds, almost defensively.

"Which is very unsupportive of you," she says with an exaggerated pout so he knows she's joking. 

"I'm not watching you get fucked in those shitty amazon costumes, those are an insult to cosplayers worldwide!" he says and it sounds like something he's complained about before. "And did you have to do Jarley? You know we ship Harlivy in this house!"

Chrissy looks like she's doing her best not to laugh and Stevie's barely holding on herself. 

"I'm sorry, you know I couldn't find the right girl in time. And I've already made scenes with Gareth--"

"The fact that he agreed to this is even worse!"

Stevie presses a hand over her lips this time, to muffle her laugh. Eddie glowers at her over Chrissy's shoulder when she reaches for the remote. 

"Wanna watch it now?" she asks, already pausing the movie.

"What?"

"We're all here now, so it's not gonna be weird," Chrissy says, exiting out of the streaming platform. Her friends seem too stunned to stop her. 

"Or it will be extra weird," Eddie points out, but his girlfriend only waves him off. 

"Psh, like we haven't watched my videos before." As if to prove that, her Fansly pops up instantly once she opens the browser. "So?" She looks left and right at her company, waiting for the green light from them.

Like Eddie could ever say no faced with the cover photo of her page--her naked, delicate body covered up by a sword blade. 

"Sure," Stevie shrugs, and Eddie nods along.

"Yeah, let's do it."

Chrissy licks her lips and grabs the empty glass to put it away.

"Thank you," she says, before reaching for her friend's cheeks to pull her down for a kiss. 

The angle isn't the best, but it's nothing a bit of enthusiasm and a lot of neck craning can't fix. Stevie licks the taste of chlorine and alcohol from her tongue, making her sigh and press harder against her. Chrissy's wet tits brush against Stevie's crotch, inner thighs, and abdomen, and she reaches down to touch them and test their squishiness. 

Chrissy pulls away with a smack. 

"Harder," she requests, and Stevie's fingers visibly dig into the soft fat tissue. The girl bites her lip, content with the touch. 

"You're gonna break my neck like that, baby," Stevie complains jokingly, to which Chrissy hums in thought. 

"We can do something else," she says before dipping back into the water, now pressing with more purpose between her friend's legs. 

"My neighbors could see," Stevie rather points out than protests. 

"Lucky them," Chrissy smiles wide, before sliding the bottom of her friend's costume off her legs. From the way the camera is angled, all you can see is the flushed tip of Stevie's dick, and even that quickly disappears under Chrissy's hand. 

Stevie throws her head back with a sigh. 

"Fuck."

Chrissy gives her zero warning before assaulting her with her mouth. Her friend makes a surprised squeak, folding into herself as she's hit by the feeling of a hot mouth around her dick.

"Chris—!"

She hears the wettest, slurpiest sound a blowjob can make before the blonde comes up for air.

"Yes, baby?" she asks innocently, not stopping the pumping of her friend's dick. 

"Let's go inside. Please," Stevie whines, eyes zeroed on her friend's slender hand wrapped around her.

"Can I ride you then?" Chrissy asks, adamant about prolonging Stevie's torture, apparently. 

"Yes, absolutely, whatever you want," she babbles back, already crawling out of her reach. 

Chrissy follows, jumping out of the water and moving on all fours like she's a hungry predator that forgot its ability to walk on two legs. They crawl out of frame, but soon the camera switches to the view of the living room, where Stevie gets sprawled on a plush, beige carpet, her friend climbing on top of her and sitting on her hips, dick pressed between bare buttcheeks. 

"Is this inside enough?" she asks, her hips already seeking friction.

"Yeah, it's fine," Stevie pants, hands reaching towards her. But instead of stopping her, she aims down, her thumbs pulling on her skin to reveal her clit. 

"So pretty," she whispers reverently. Chrissy giggles on top of her. 

"Thank you. You can touch it," she encourages, and Stevie doesn't need to be told twice. 

She puts one of her thumbs in her mouth to coat it with spit before she presses it against Chrissy, starting a circling motion. Chrissy sighs, rocking gently on top of her. 

"Mmmm, I want you inside me. You have such a cute dick."

Stevie laughs at that. 

"Thank you?" 

"Thank you, for letting me ride you."

"You just ask so nicely," Stevie giggles. 

Chrissy slides down her body to capture her lips in a kiss again, swallowing her groan when the movement traps her cock between their bodies. She resumes the movement of her hips, now rubbing herself against her hard dick, each slide wetter than the last one. Stevie palms her butt to press her closer, harder, eliciting a sigh from both of them.

Suddenly, Chrissy sits up. She's pouting, and Stevie looks at her curiously, head cocked to the side. 

"Hm?"

"Why are you still wearing this?" she asks, pulling on the strings of her bikini top. Stevie snorts.

"You were so eager to get on my dick you couldn't undress me properly," she points out, raising her eyebrows. 

Slap.

"Ah!" Her back arches at the unexpected sting of pleasure-pain when Chrissy slaps her tit. It lets the blonde weasel her hands behind her and untie the top so she can have her friend in all her naked glory beneath her. 

She smacks the other tit as well, before apologetically latching onto it. Stevie sighs, threading her fingers through her friend's wet hair. 

"You're so sensitive here," Chrissy murmurs in awe between licks to her hardened nipple, so quiet the camera's microphone barely catches it. "Is it the estrogen?"

"Uh-huh," Stevie admits, sounding almost pained. Her friend just switched to the other nipple, kneading and rubbing the one she abandoned. 

Once she's satisfied with her work, she rests her cheek on her breast, pressing close like she's hugging them. Stevie's breath hitches. 

"I wanna fall asleep on them tonight."

She throws her head back with a sigh.

"Chris," Stevie's voice shakes between exasperated and aroused. 

Chrissy giggles like a playful fae the fate has dropped on the human realm just for kicks. And to ride Stevie unconscious, apparently. 

She sits back up and slowly sinks her fingers into her pussy. The wet sound makes Stevie pick up her head again and she groans at the sight in front of her. Thankfully, Chrissy spares her the wait this time, doesn't play with herself but gathers the slick she's produced there to spread on Stevie's cock.

"Og my god ohmygodohmygod," Stevie chants like a litany when she feels her wet hand around her. She gets zero warning before her friend sinks down on her, the heat of her body enveloping her with a tight grip. Chrissy lets out a high-pitched moan and Stevie's hands fly to her hips so she doesn't dare move more.

"It's been way too long, holy shit," she breathes out, eyes focused on the point where her dick disappears inside her friend. Chrissy laughs at that, and the movement it causes makes them both shudder. 

"You've been saving yourself for me?" she asks coyly, biting her lip, and despite her friend's best efforts, starts moving her hips. Gently, in little circles to give them both time to adjust, but it's enough for Stevie's manicured nails do dig into her pale sides, and her toes to curl. 

"Chris," she whines. "You know I haven't been dating."

"Not dating doesn't mean celibacy," Chrissy points out, her hips moving bolder with each second.

"It does when you're a well-known YouTuber."

"Weird flex, but okay."

Stevie rolls her eyes, the banter taking her mind off the overwhelming pressure around her dick. 

"It's just facts, and you know that."

Chrissy hums, her movements slowly inching towards the main course. She sighs when she hits a particular spot, and slides her hand down her mound, like she's trying to feel Stevie through her skin.

"When was the last time you got your dick wet, then?" she asks, before brushing against her clit. Her hips jerk at the unexpected zap of pleasure and they both moan when the movement jostles their connected bodies. 

"Uh," Stevie scrambles with the timeline in her head, distracted by the sight of Chrissy's fingers ghosting over the pink skin stretched around her dick. "Vidcon, I think?" she offers absentmindedly. 

"Gareth?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, baby," Chrissy takes her cheeks in her hands suddenly. "That was last year! And here I am getting a random dick every week, you should have told me!" she says, pouting at her friend. 

Stevie decides to take advantage of the fact she's leaning down and grabs her ass to guide her into a slow, humping motion. She tries moving her hips along. 

"And what? You'd fly out here every week?" she huffs, trying to keep at least half of her focus on the conversation and not how pliable Chrissy is under her guidance. 

"Yes! I can afford it!"

"What about the carbon footprint?" Stevie raises her eyebrow.

Chrissy bristles at that, straightening up and therefore changing the angle of the dick inside her. Her mouth opens in a silent sigh.

"Well, you could keep me here for a month or two. Fuck me whenever you want," she offers an environment-friendly solution, her voice breathy.

"Now, that I could get behind," Stevie smiles, pushing her hips up so Chrissy gets jostled in her lap. She finally starts moving with more purpose. 

"Yeah?" she asks with a smile, slowly losing the plot of their conversation. "You'd keep me..." she grabs Stevie's hand to put it on her other asscheek, encouraging her to press her down on her cock. "...like a fancy sex toy to use every day?"

"Yeah," Stevie agrees with a sweet smile. "I'd eat you out for breakfast and feed you my cock for dinner."

Chrissy presses hard on her clit and moans as her first orgasm hits. She squeezes around Stevie, making her groan and pull her down for a filthy kiss.

"You're so pretty when you come," she says, licking into her mouth as Chrissy purrs in her arms, unable to do much else but comply. 

"I'm always pretty," she mumbles once her mind clears enough. 

"Of course, baby," Stevie pecks her lips and then licks them for a good measure. "Now, didn't you promise me a ride?"

Chrissy's eyes sparkle.

"I did." She sits back up with a smile that she must have learned from Eddie. It sings trouble, the most delicious kind. 

Her fingers dance over Stevie's abs, seeking purchase before she wiggles her butt in her lap, makes a few experimental thrusts, and slides slowly up. Slowly down. Up again. The pace is torturous, but it gains momentum steadily, in a feat impossible for a mere mortal. 

Unless that mortal is a medal-winning cheerleader and track athlete. Stevie can't imagine all that training going to a better use. 

Or a more evil one. After the third time Chrissy slows down, Stevie protests with a groan.

"Come on, stop torturing me!" 

"But you make such funny faces," Chrissy pouts but picks up speed anyway. The strong muscles of her legs are finally starting to tremble, so Stevie plants her feet to help her out.

"Oh," the blonde sighs out, locking eyes with her lover when she starts meeting her thrusts. "Hold me," she requests on an exhale. "Move my hips."

Stevie nods, readjusting her hold on the girl to ease the glide up and down her shaft. Every time she moves her hips up, she pulls Chrissy down, tightening her grip, putting more force into her thrusts, until her friend is jumping on her cock and her legs are trembling. 

"I'm so close, so close," Stevie mumbles, unable to focus on just one thing in front of her. Chrissy's slack jaw, her bouncing tits, or her pussy stretched around her cock. 

"Come inside me, wanna feel it," she asks, and it's close from there. Stevie can count on the fingers on one hand the amount of people who let her cum inside them, and Chrissy knows it's a huge turn-on for her. 

"I— I'm gonna—!"

"Come on," Chrissy starts pulling on her like she could somehow make the thurts come even faster, deeper. She slams down on her with renewed vigor. "We'll make such beautiful babies."

Stevie blacks out. 

When she comes to, her face is peppered with kisses. The sensation in her body comes back gradually, with the help of fingertips tracing her skin. She can feel her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead, and the soft rug below her back. The muscles in her abdomen and thighs twitch faintly, as her body comes back from a brain-shattering orgasm. Her soft dick is still deep inside Chrissy's warmth, and she can feel the wetness trying to glue them together. 

"Shower," she mumbles, making Chrissy snort. Only then does she realize her eyes are closed and she opens them to find her friend's face flushed with exertion and damp with sweat. 

"Give yourself a minute, big girl," she chastises her with a smile, gently slapping her tits. "I don't think I'm even ready to move." She looks at her toned legs folded on the sides of Stevie's hips and pinches her thigh. "Nuh-uh."

Stevie chuckles, reaching up for her.

"Come here."

They make out for a long minute until the sensation comes back to their bodies enough for them to feel uncomfortable. 

"Ready for me to move?" Chrissy asks as they part. 

"Not really, but let's do it," Stevie decides, eyes immediately falling to where they are still connected. 

They both watch as Chrissy raises on her shaky knees, their mixed juices clinging to their skin, the sight and the feeling of their sensitive parts unsticking from each other making them whine. Chrissy sits heavily on the shaggy rug beside her friend and stretches out, breathing deeply.

Stevie does the same from her prone spot, observing her before she speaks up, eyes zeroed on where her bare ass rests on the beige, fluffy threads.

"I'll have to deep clean the rug after this."

Chrissy throws out her head in a surprised laugh. She finally stands up and pulls on her friend's arm to help her up too.